Unable to dodge the attack, Lin Yun's chest was instantly stained red with blood as a searing pain shot through him.
'So fast.' The man's movements had been too quick. Even with Inch Step, Lin Yun had been unable to evade the attack. And his Inch Step was no ordinary technique; it was an Earth Level Upper Tier Body Technique Martial Skill, and he had already grasped its True Intent.
His expression turned grim. The Ghost-faced Masked Men were no strangers to the Martial Artists of the Southeast Domain. They had once massacred civilians throughout the region. However, Lin Yun had been at Celestial Net Peak during that time, so he only knew of them by reputation and had no firsthand knowledge.
"Heh heh, the fact that you survived my strike is something to be proud of, even in death." Unfazed that his first strike hadn't killed Lin Yun, the man chuckled sinisterly.
